"Huff Huff!!"
The wind whistled, and snow fluttered down.
In the desolate wilderness, a figure hurried through the forest.
It was...
"Ugh—Puh!!!"
The frantic footsteps suddenly halted, an injured body trembled, and ultimately unable to suppress it, a large mouthful of bright red blood was spat out.
It was Chen Pojun.
His armor was shattered, half of his flesh burnt black as charcoal, the blood he spat onto the ground boiled like lava, causing the grass and trees to wither and ashes to rise from the flames, an indication of how severe his injuries were.
Thunder itself is not poisonous, but the Thunder-fire True Flame had burrowed deep into his flesh, which was just as fatal to a human body. If it weren't for his profound Cultivation and overwhelming strength just barely suppressing his injuries, he would have collapsed and died on the spot by then.
Even so, his severely injured body could hardly hold up, and he no longer possessed the power to fly through the air.
